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Terra Firma
SoulStice
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Terra Firma, still trying to get my feet on that
We got one shot, maybe nothing beyond that
Beyond that, just let the preacher preach on that
Long as the ground solid, family, I'mma be on that
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I'm way past race, class, how fast these days pass
Went from overweight to going state in my weight class
Beyond history books that reconfigure the facts
My tracks never interchange the word nigga with black
Don't use my background and consider it slack
Cause I can see the big picture and it's bigger than that
It's beyond trying to gape and stare, hate and compare
Beyond sporting doo rags to put waves in my hair
This is real life, I fight, fuck what it feels like
I try anything once and twice if it feels right
Lasting at night, that's what passion is like
Move fast when I write then I'm past what I write
On to the next, songs expressed best when I'm stressed
Till I'm beyond stressed and ain't nobody left to impress
I spit what I feel, so if you feel what I spit
Then when it comes down to it, that's as real as it gets
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As a shorty I was scared to pull holes in my jeans
Cause I juggled the same six articles of clothes every week
On occasion, we chose between no lights or no heat
But we were always guaranteed at least a bowlful to eat
Though I seem boastful with speech, a time passed when
My accent brought laughs that made me inactive and passive
Relaxed with pen, pads, and melodies
In my city, peasants feed what's
Retrieved from garbage to precious seeds
Men proceed with anything to survive
Some supply your 9 to 5
I pray for all of us to get by
Some crumble inside, stumble to crime
Get caught and get a bundle of time
Struggles aside, I love to write on what's included
Therapeutic music, when I can spare change, I don't refuse it
Happy to be a one man movement if I have to be
Look at my sisters, confident that karma brings it back to me
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I'm a musician, politician, knight, and a teacher
I'm a doctor, a rasta with a light to the reefer
I'm a hustler, but never been the type to deceive ya
Can't sell bullshit, but I ain't buying it either
That's life, get me feeling high, giddy when it's beautiful
That's why it really hits me when it's grittier than usual
Memories will ruin you, the walls are see-through
So many girls I ain't had the balls to speak to
Find solid ground, wait around for the storm to end
I seen cats just crack like porcelain
Back to the drawing board, back to the origin
Back to the hallway, back through the door again
Back to sitting, realizing life's short again
Back to waiting for the sun to let the morning in
Ready to fight if I gotta go to war again
No regrets, this is where the story begins
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